A picture I've made from a text I wrote a while ago.
"Hands around her neck. Squeezing, tight. Strangling the lie that destroyed the dream.
Closing eyes tight, don't want to look. Don't want to see the fairy tale crushed when the light of the sun unveil the night.
The night and the stars, who once were her friends now abandoned her. Left alone and exposed in the cold light of dawn.
The warmth of the snbeams refuse to reach her skin. The cold grows like a wicked seed inside of her. Roots digging deep in her frail frame.
Frosen in time. Desire another time, another place, another girl."
(Quickly translated from swedish.)